Blonde Bounty

[Ambrosia_64]

They called her Six Gun Sal, but the name was so cliche she shot everyone who used it. Lisabeth Green wasn't the kind of woman who liked nicknames anyway-but she WAS the kind of woman who liked gold, and lots of it. Born to a wealthy rancher and his ailing wife, Lisabeth had been raised by a strict man who believed in discipline-it was all he could do to keep his daughter proper and on the homestead, but by her teen years she was wearing pants and riding the biggest, meanest horses he had.

When she ran away, he was almost relieved.

Miss Green and her gang had robbed banks, trains, coaches and even a church once, terrorizing the whole of the New Mexican territory just because they could. She had shot and killed more law and bounty men than anyone could keep count of anymore-using a mix of feminine wiles and her shooting skills to finish the men off.

She was a blonde, green eyed petite beauty with a slight tan to her fair skin, a spattering of freckles dotting the bridge of her nose and tops of her cheeks, a devilish, wicked grin framed with full lips and white teeth. She was one of those women, rumored to ride her own men as much as her horses.

And currently, she was involved in a shoot out in the dusty Fort Washington, her dark brown cowboy hat perched on her braided head, an orange button up shirt tied off just below her full breasts to reveal a flat, pretty stomach-and overalls with high heeled boots to give her some height.

She pressed her back to one side of the stone doorway while she reloaded before leaning out to fire once more.

 

[TheDevilInASong]

By all accounts some of the toughest, most experienced lawmen in the western territories had tried to track down Six Gun Sal in the last two years. Freddie the Frenchman, famous for gunning down Dakota Bill and his entire crew in Kansas City had tried and failed. Cody Rogers, a rough and tumble Texan with an affinity for the Winchester had died trying. The Mexican, Pablo Coldera had given up after a year on her trail and gone back east. The difference between those men and Jackson Darrow was he wasn't looking for Six Gun Sal, the gunslinging hussy in the newspaper stories. He was looking for Lisabeth Green, a rancher's daughter from the Wyoming territory.

Sure, at first she'd been just another payday. A bank robber and murderer that had managed to get a bounty on her head big enough to catch Jax's interest. Back then she was just another job, just another outlaw. Now she was his obsession. Ever since she'd shot and killed his brother, Avery in Dry Gulch. They'd been about to get the drop on her when she managed to slip out the back of the saloon where they'd tracked her. She could have simply run, but instead she'd doubled back and put a bullet in Avery's back.

Jax had held his older brother in his arms as the man's blood had spilled out onto the dirt in front of the saloon. He'd held his brother and he'd promised him that he'd find Lisabeth and he'd make her pay. That was nearly seven months ago. Seven months of long hard road, following the chaos and the death that was Lisabeth's wake. Seven months of remembering his brother's face when he'd died, his eyes going cold and lifeless, staring at nothing. Seven months of hunting.

The hunting was over now. After all that time, Jax had finally caught up to the outlaw in a little place known as Fort Washington. Strangely enough, it wasn't Jax that Lisabeth was in a gunfight with though. Maybe it was another bounty hunter or a lawman that was firing on her, or maybe she'd managed to piss somebody off while playing cards. Didn't matter to him. All that mattered was that he was closing in on her while she was preoccupied with the man on the other end of those bullets.

Jackson Darrow: http://i1304.photobucket.com/albums/s524/TheDevilInASong/JaxDarrow_zpsc937e1a8.jpg

 

[Ambrosia_64]

Whoever he was, he was a good shot-Lisabeth ducked behind cover when her mate Bill took a bullet through his eye, toppling backwards in a dead bloody heap. She reloaded again, taking a blind shot around the corner before darting forward for higher ground, snatching a rifle from the wall as she double timed it up the stairs, dropping to a firing stance-and firing upon the lone ranger when he peered around his dead horse.

BAM! Through the heart even, the brave man toppling backwards into the sand. Lisabeth hmphed. Served him right, trying to take her in. She'd turn to stand, never noticing the second man that approached from the south, her vantage having been Northward.

Taking the stairs two at a time as the three surviving crewmates left their own posts, someone hooted a victory whoop and before you knew it-everyone was piled into the dwelling at the base of the camp, dealing cards and drinking whiskey while they laughed their recent victory up.

Ladies weren't supposed to get drunk-but Lisabeth "weren't no lady", so she got silly with the rest of them, the wicked blonde laughing as Frank punched Allen right outta his chair for cheating.

 

[TheDevilInASong]

Darrow was known by most to be a man of good humor and easy wit, but that was before his brother had been killed by Six Gun Sal. Now he was a quiet man, cold and hard as stone. A man who most men wouldn't or couldn't look in the eyes, either because they could see the pain behind those eyes or because they couldn't see anything behind them. His brother's death and his seemingly endless pursuit of his prey had brought one positive change to Jax however, he was a much more patient man then he had been in his youth. Patient enough to wait until two of Lisabeth's crew rode off to town. Patient enough to wait until two more of her men were fighting over a game of cards. Patient enough to wait until Lisabeth herself was more than a little drunk.

That was when he chose to kick the door in and lay into them, his twin pistols taking out the Cherokee who was already lifting his rifle from the bar. The indian had been the only one not drinking in excess, which explained his quick reactions. As the man slumped against the bar, then down to the floor, Jax turned his attention to Lisabeth, the one closest to him. He backhanded her hard across the cheek, the weight of his pistol causing her to spin about and land hard on the floor.

With her down momentarily, Darrow turned in time to see the other two, Frank Darby and Allen Turner scrambling to find their guns which had been knocked to the floor during their scuffle. They never reached the guns. Bullets ripped through both men and sent them face down, their blood spilling out in small circles beneath them. Neither had more than a few breaths left in them.

Jax gave the room one last look to make sure he hadn't missed anyone before turning his attention back to the focus of his long, arduous manhunt. Of course, Lisabeth Green was no man, and just because he'd slapped her around didn't mean she wasn't still dangerous.

 

[Ambrosia_64]

"Jeez Allen, you could've at least gotten matching cards!" Lisabeth declared as she threw down the mismatched aces, taking the opportunity to peek at Frank's, dizzy with drink, light headed. "I mean, shit, not like Frank can count anywa-!" The door blew open and startled her, bullets ripping into the room to take out her voice of reason, Red John.

It sobered her up somewhat, her heart in her throat.

Her first reaction was a step towards the bar and her pseudo father figure-her second, albeit much too late, was to draw her revolver, enraged eyes flaring to the law bringing bastard who had committed the murder-only to be backhanded harshly across the face.

Lisabeth hit the floor with a feminine sound of pain, her gun flying out of her hand, sliding up against a wooden crate. It had knocked her a little silly, a hand coming to her smarting face as she pushed herself up on an elbow-only to see Frank and Allen fall. In one fell swoop, this stranger had slaughtered damn near every friend she had-and the only one she truly cared about, other than her poor old pa.

She had no illusions who would be taking bullets next.

Kicking hard for his right knee with her boot, Lisabeth would turn on all fours and scramble for her own gun several feet away, not about to go down without a fight-and if he grabbed hold of her to drag her back-she'd pull a knife from the front pocket of her overalls and attempt to slash him with it.

 

[TheDevilInASong]

His face grim, Darrow turned in time to see the remaining outlaw scrambling on all fours towards one of her guns which lay against the corner of the bar. With two long strides, the bounty hunter covered the distance, the spurs on his boots jangling. As he stepped up next to Lisabeth, Jax planted a dusty boot on her backside, sending her sprawling down onto her face.

"I'm taking you in alive, Green," he said as he reached down and grabbed a handful of blonde hair, pulling the young woman up off the ground. His fingers were like an iron vise, keeping her from pulling away, as he slipped his other hand around her body. He let his hand explore the front of her body, and was rewarded with a nasty looking knife that she's had secreted in one of the pockets of her overalls. He tossed it aside calmly and turned the outlaw around so that he could face her.

"You remember me, bitch?" Darrow asked as he stared into the eyes of the woman who had shot his brother in the back.

 

[Ambrosia_64]

He planted his boot in the curved derriere and sent her onto her stomach and face with another feminine sound of pain, her hands coming back like claws to the hand he fisted in her soft blonde hair. "Like hell you are bozo-" She tried to elbow him hard in the gut as he found the knife-but she was drunk and dizzy and he whirled her around to face him and effectively ended her assault.

She had an angry, mean expression on her pretty face, those green eyes unrecognizing and furious. "Why the fuck would I?" She spat, one of those small fists driving for his stomach.

 

[TheDevilInASong]

"Quite the lady, aren't ya?" Darrow joked as he ignored the blow she aimed at his stomach. She was tough for a girl, and one of the most cold blooded killers he'd ever tracked, but one thing Lisabeth Green wasn't was big, or strong for that matter. He wasn't planning on letting her get the drop on him, but he also wasn't going to worry himself about the prospect of losing a pugilistic confrontation with her, he thought as he stared into her glazed eyes.

"The fuckin reason you should remember me is cuz you killed my brother Avery, you god damned bitch!" Now that he was finally face to face with the blonde outlaw, Jax felt his blood beginning to boil. "And now, you're going to pay for that murder."

A voice in the back of his mind reminded him that two of Six Gun Sal's crew was still on the loose somewhere out in the night. They could return at any time, which meant he didn't have time for gloating or other pleasantries. "This is going to hurt..." he said before bringing his pistol across her face hard enough to knock her unconscious.

As Lisabeth slumped, testing his grip on her hair, he bent low and lifted her onto his shoulder. Holstering his gun, Jax carried her outside and draped her roughly over her horse. After taking a few minutes to bind her hands and her feet, Darrow walked the horse to the edge of the nearby wooded area and gathered his own horse and his pack mule. Leading the mule and the other horse, the bounty hunter headed out of the valley toward the river, planning on hiding his trail in the shallow waters.

After several hours in the saddle, steadily moving away from the outlaw's hideout, Jax decided to make camp for the night. He pulled Lisabeth, who still hadn't stirred, from her horse and dumped her unceremoniously to the ground, then set about building a small fire. By the time she woke, the horses were fed and watered, and Darrow was sitting by the fire eating a dinner of beans, cheese and bicsuits.

 

[Ambrosia_64]

True enough, Lisabeth was almost -tiny-. How a petite little thing like her got into this game was anyone's guess-but his boiling didn't seem to scare her. "Was he trying to kill me at the time? Cause if so, I ain't sorry." She growled boldly back-though this payment business was troublesome.

Before she could think too long on it, he hit her hard across the face and her world erupted into stars and blackness.

When she came to, she found herself curled up in the cold dirt, her head throbbing and her muscles aching in their bound positions. What on earth had she been drinking? Shifting, struggling a moment with her bonds, she blearily tried to make sense of them-when it all came flooding back. The fight at the fort, the card game, the murdering son of a bitch with a brother she'd apparently killed-Lisabeth's eyes snapped wide.

Jesus H. Christ, he was really going to bring her in alive!

She pulled at the constraints around her hands, her back to the fire and to Jax, her vision blurry and facing the open desert, the running water of the river.

 

[TheDevilInASong]

Darrow heard his captive stirring beside him and realized that she was finally awake. He was good with nots and didn't have any worries that she might get loose, in fact, he had taken a certain degree of pleasure in pulling the rope especially tight around her wrists, knowing that the rope would rub her skin raw if she struggled. With a couple spoonfuls of beans, Jax finished his dinner and sat the plate down by the rocks that ringed the small fire.

The bounty hunter grabbed a small skin of water and tossed it over his shoulder at Lisabeth, "Have a drink." He didn't bother to look and see if she could actually reach the skin, or if she would be able to uncork it with her wrists bound together.

"No, fore you start mouthing off and using that tongue of yours, I should tell you, if you can't talk civil, and if you can't keep from calling out, I'll have to gag you," Jax explained as he turned to glance over his shoulder at the diminutive outlaw.

 

[Ambrosia_64]

(Are her hands behind or in front of her?)

She didn't touch it, moving instead to sit up, back still to him, scowling out into the wasteland. She was hungover and her head hurt and she swore to God, she was going to kill this man. Bury him along with his brother, she thought bitterly.

He had killed Red John, the bastard. What had Red John ever done to anybody?

"Best jes' not to talk, is that it? Good woman shuts up?" She grumbled angrily as she tried to take stock of the bonds around her ankles, lifting her wrists before her. She couldn't escape like this, and damn if the knots weren't tight, the soft skin of her wrists chafing beneath the rough rope. "Well, fuck you, bounty hunter-you ain't the boss of me."

She put her teeth to the rope, but it would take more time and neglect than Jax was offering, so she lowered them to her lap and scowled, trying to think through her hang over and throbbing head.

He meant to take her in alive, and perhaps her father would intervene-then she could come after him, extract revenge for Red John. Or she could get loose and end him quicker, the better option. She was sorry his brother had had to die-but that's the way it was. Kill or be killed. Guy shouldn't have been out to see her hanged-and that's what would happen.

Lisabeth may have been a thief with a quick draw, but what the constables really hated was her -freedom.-

 

[TheDevilInASong]

Darrow didn't react to Lisabeth's comments, other than to stand up and begin cleaning up what was left of the foodstuffs. Once he had everything packed back into one of the saddlebags, he turned back to face the blonde who was sitting up, but with her back to him and the horses. Looking at her it was hard to believe that this little thing was responsible for so much murder and mayhem, but listening to her, there was no doubt she was rotten to the core.

"What's the matter, not thirsty?" the bounty hunter asked, noticing that the water skin lay next to her untouched as he started in her direction. "Or just too stubborn and too thick headed to take the one kindness you're offered?"

Jax moved around in front of his captive, staring down at her, "It's about the only one I'm like to offer you under the circumstances," he said as he reached down and unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his pants. As she watched on, Darrow pulled his long, thick cock out and began to piss on Lisabeth's boots which were sitting on the ground next to her. "Sure you're not thirsty?"

 

[Ambrosia_64]

Lisabeth cast a scowling glance towards the skin. Truth was, she was thirsty-but she didn't know if were poisoned or-well, yeah. Stubborn. She didn't need HIS help.

Lisabeth tipped her head back to glare at him as he stood over her, his hands moving to his belt, then his pants-suspicion and then a level of fear flit across her features-a quick move to scoot backwards and away from him as he began to piss on her boots.

"Hey!" The protest ended with a turn of her head, angrily looking around the camp for something to club him over the head with, most likely. "And you think I'm the animal?" She hissed, another scoot backwards, the petite outlaw wanting some distance from him and his exposed self. She'd only seen a man naked once before. Just once. Contrary to the rumors, she didn't bang men left and right-and perhaps that was evident with the hint of color to her freckled cheeks, the angry embarrassment.

He just better stay away from her-Lisabeth was likely to bite.

 

[TheDevilInASong]

Jax could tell that his little display had the intended consequence, which was to throw Lisabeth off slightly, though he didn't know if it was the sight of his cock, or the way he'd spoiled her boots with his piss. Either way it was nice to see her lose a little of her fire as she scooted backward. Looking up at her, his eyes boring into hers,the bounty hunter gave his cock a couple of shakes then slowly pushed it back into his pants, then fixed his pants back up.

"I'm what you made me, Lisabeth," he responded to her accusation that he was an animal. He'd intentionally used her real name when he spoke, wanting her to know that he knew exactly who she was. "If I'm an animal, you brought that out of me when you shot my brother in the back."

Jax made his way back to the horses and pulled his bedroll off of the mule who seemed unphased. After tossing it down on the opposite side of the fire, Darrow looked over at the blonde beauty, trying to decide the best way to keep her from slitting his throat during the night. "I guess I should pistol whip you again," he said as much to himself as to his captive.

 

[Ambrosia_64]

"He -chose- his line a' work." Lisabeth growled. "And you killed Red John. Came around, didn't it?"

She didn't like that he knew her name. She didn't like that at all-she had no idea who the hell he was-and half of her didn't GIVE a damn who he was. He finally walked away, and Lisabeth dug her fingers into the rope, feeling a lot more anxious that she get free and out of here.

He'd see her back stiffen as he spoke, the little thing twisting, turning so that her hands planted in the sand, facing him. "You'll knock the sense out of me, and what's the point of dragging a slow person in to hang?!" Her head still throbbed from the LAST time, the black and blue bruise fanning across her face.

 

[TheDevilInASong]

The little bitch was right about one thing, Jax realized. He didn't want to take a chance on knocking her stupid. Lisabeth Green deserved to hang for what she'd done and he wanted to make sure she had plenty of time to think about what was coming her way. He wanted her to think about that and nothing else right up until the moment when the wood door dropped out from beneath her feet and the rope pulled tight around her neck.

Deciding to tie her to a nearby tree, Darrow grabbed a good piece of rope from the pack mule before scanning the area to find a suitable tree. "You win," he announced as he walked over to where she sat. "No more pistol whipping for you, wouldn't want to take a chance on cracking that dainty little skull, would we?"

Reaching down and grabbing a handful of blonde hair, the bounty hunter yanked the petite outlaw up to her feet and drug her to the tree that he'd picked out. Pushing her up against the tree, her back to it, he began to wind the thick rope around her and the tree until she was bound good and tight in a standing position. The rope was tight around her legs from calf to thigh and again from her waist up to the bottom of her breasts.

"That should keep you from causing any trouble tonight," he said, satisfied that there was no way his captive would be able to get out. Stepping up close enough to her that his chest brushed against her breasts, Jax gave her a cold, hard look. "Last chance for something to drink before I bed down for the night, you want some water or not?"

 

[Ambrosia_64]

"You win."

Lisabeth's expression showed her wariness as he spoke, the petite outlaw scooting backwards in an attempt to avoid him-crying out as he pulled her up by her hair. "Le' go!" She squeaked, bound hands up to pry at his fingers uselessly, her small bare feet dragging in the sand as she tried to stand on her own, relieve the pulling of her hair.

Her hair was slippery, silky soft in his grip.

He shoved her against the tree and she exhaled, tried to move-only to be shoved back and for the rope to be wound round and round the solid trunk and her small form, binding her to it. Gee, all they needed was a fire and it'd be a regular ole' witch burning.

Lisabeth tried to draw in a full breath, but the ropes were too tight-and then she didn't want to, him pressing up on her soft chest, glaring down at her. "I ain't thirsty." She repeated in an angry, yet mildly anxious fashion-daring to glare back into his cold gaze with her fiery one. "Go get yer goddamned beauty sleep, ugly."

 

[TheDevilInASong]

"You've got quite the mouth on you, huh?" Darrow commented, still standing close as he stared down at the blonde outlaw. "I'm surprised you haven't had someone 'fore me decide to stick something in it just to shut you up. Then again, seems as though you missed out on a lot of important lessons in your life, Lisabeth. Maybe I'll have time to teach you some manners between here and San Antonio."

"You wouldn't be the first smart-mouthed bitch I've taken over my knee," Jax added as he grinned down at the attractive young woman. And she was attractive, there wasn't any denying that fact, no matter how much the bounty hunter hated her. It was one of the reasons she'd been so successful during her little crime spree. Most people looked at her with that pretty little face and that short, slender stature and assumed she was just another little cowgirl. She'd proved them all wrong, of course, but it was easy to see why so many people had been taken in by her, from the smile, down to the perky little breasts and the way she swung those hips when she walked.

"Come to think of it, that might be kind of fun," he said as he finally backed up a step and started to turn back toward the campfire. Before he walked away though, Darrow reached up and gave her left tit a hard pinch. "Yes, sir, might be loads of fun."